"Do They Draw Blood?"
On wiping out.
I caught my daughter drawing in my planner today with a red marker.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m making a surf magazine,” she said. “To teach people not to wipe out so they don’t have to get acupuncture.”
This cute moment before bath time — her drawing on my description of acupuncture from the day before, connecting the needles to the wipeout that caused them, and deciding she’d rather just prevent wipeouts entirely through the creation of a surf magazine is both a small portrait of how her mind works and another good illustration of why wiping out is kinda the point to living and surfing. It’s also a metaphor for my existence now that it’s late enough to ponder that and my wine glass nears empty.
“You know, it’s kinda fun to wipe out,” I told her.
“No, it’s not, you have to get acupuncture,” she replied.
“Acupuncure is great,” I said. “The needles don’t hurt.”
She squinted her eyes before asking, “Do they draw blood?”
